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Terror struck Delhi again on Wednesday morning, when a deadly bomb went off at a busy gate of the Delhi High Court. It killed 11 people and left 76 others injured. The bomb went off barely 300 metres away from the spot where a minor explosion had taken place on May 25, which was also a Wednesday. Police officials now say that it could have been a test run for this blast …

—Hindustan Times, 7 September 2011

There are certain incidents in life that shape you as a person, as a citizen and friend, and decide what course you take in life. The Delhi High Court blast in September 2011 is such an incident for me. If

It’s Not Forever … is the story loosely inspired by that blast—which left several men, women and

children dead or injured—and a search mounted by me and a few of my close friends to find an end to the story of one of the men who lost his life in that unfortunate blast. Names of places, landmarks and people have been changed on the request of those involved in the story in this book.

This book is a tribute to all the innocent lives we have lost to senseless acts of violence and terrorism.

Epilogue

Three months have passed by and Ragini’s health is progressing. She still hasn’t accepted Ritam’s proposal, but it seems that she might do that soon. They look like the happiest couple I have ever seen. Only last week, Ragini started walking on her own, without a stick. She also saw the mirror for the first time since the blast. Ragini now wants to have an extensive reconstructive surgery if she manages to live. Ritam opposes it. He says that it’s a waste of money and she is still beautiful to him. And also, ‘Now I will have to fall in love with a different face all over again!’ And Ragini replies, At least I will have a face!’

Sweet couple.

Talking about sweet couples, there is, as always, Avantika and I. The only thing that has stuck in her mind out of the whole ordeal is the ring that Ritam had bought. Now, she wants it. Girls,

everywhere, are the same. Vanity and materialism rules them. One wants a face, the other wants a ring. Where does it leave us? I have been looking for a ring that could show how much I love her. No headway yet. If only we had not spent that much on the road trip, maybe …

Perfect boyfriends like Ritam are such a pain in the ass.

Talking about pain in the ass think Shrey has finally gone down the love lane. Tiya and Shrey are still very much in love. After dating strippers and a lot of underage women, the time has finally come for Shrey to slow down. Tiya and Shrey are going strong and it seems like this would last. They break up once every fifteen days, but with Avantika’s and my intervention, they patch up soon enough. I like them.

And lastly, I finished the book. It’s in your hands. I couldn’t do justice to what Ragini and Ritam share, but at least I finished it. They are pretty happy about it though. I had struggled with different titles for this one for quite some time until Ritam called me up one day and said, ‘Ragini and I were meant to be together. After all, if it’s not forever … it’s not love.’

Acknowledgements

We have noticed that the pressure of writing an acknowledgement—funny how it makes authors

adorable and popular amongst their friends and family—always gets to us. Plus, it’s the first thing that everyone reads, after the blurb on the back cover, which is usually exaggerated and makes the story look like it’s the best ever written, so the responsibility to make it interesting is quite unsettling, to say the least.

Since we are failing miserably in being funny or interesting, we will just go ahead and thank the people who have helped us put together what we think is a wonderful book (obviously).

We thank Maanvi Ahuja, for being a guiding light, and Sachin Garg, for being a phenomenal source of inspiration. We would like to take this opportunity to thank two of our friends who were affected by the Delhi High Court blast of 7 September 2011 and we salute them for their courage. This book would not have been possible if it were not for their support. I hope this book does justice to their story, even if in a very small way.

There are a bunch of people whom we would like to thank for a variety of reasons—good, bad and socially unacceptable—and we will just name them because we desperately want to tell them that we love them. We thank Neeti Rustagi, Orvana Ghai, Avantika Mohan, Preeti Shenoy, Arpit Khandelwal, Eeshaan Sharma, Abhishek Sachdeve, Nitin Verma, Komal Rustagi, Roma Thakur, Prashant Bajaj, Naman Kapur, Abhishek Chopra, Priyanka Chatterjee, Gunjan Suyal, Tanu Dey, Siddhi Waingankar, Chandnee Kaurani, Khushboo Balwan Rawal, Pia Balwani, Arushi Sarin, Shraddha Vyas, Sayantini Deb, Ahana Ghai, Uttara Rao, Vaaruni Dhawan, Samaneh Jawad, Pooja Raigandhi, Kruthika Sl, Rini Ghosh, Loveleen Arora, Mehak Srivastava, Ronisha Malhotra, Medha Shree, Aeshna Nigam and many others whom we are sure we have missed.

Also, a big hug goes to all our readers who have been following us on Facebook, Twitter and various other social networking websites. We thank you for all the support you have extended to us.

We would like to thank our extended families and Guruji for his blessings.

And lastly, we would thank ourselves for our limitless compassion and tolerance for the nuisance we create for each other.